Talking with disdain is [p]ainfully obvious.

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    [size=13pt][glow=black,2,300]❝ maybe i'm a shot in the dark. ❞[/glow][/size]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][align=center]he didn't like clan life. he had indeed noted that his feelings towards it had switched from strong hate to somewhat dislike, which surprised him but he found one or two things that he enjoyed. it wasn't as if he'd exceed his five days here but it wasn't as horrific as he had assumed it would be.


    the snow leopard still refused to sleep in the camp though. much too crowded, and everyone seemed to want to know about your personal life. as if it was somehow their personal life and he'd easily hand it over. so instead vi had made a makeshift den not too far off from the camp's entrance, so that he could even peer out and watch the coming and going of things.
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    [justify][font=georgia][color=aqua]Habitmirth didn't like life in general. So he guessed Vitality and him had some things in common? The scarred, three-legged tom hobbled outside, one eye peering around the entrance area. He didn't know what to do with his life anymore. He and some random she-cat were now expecting kittens, and though his real love was Sober, he still hadn't told her yet. And she was really the only one he wanted to have children with. But if Blazeblade decided to keep the kittens, fine, if not, then .. maybe he could take them, but it wasn't something he was looking forward to. Unbeknownst to the larger snow leopard's den, the silver tabby chinchilla emitted a sigh and dropped down into the snow, sobbing silently to himself.


    [size=13pt][glow=black,2,300]❝ maybe i'm a shot in the dark. ❞[/glow][/size]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][align=center]he supposed he should feel some empathy towards the medicine cat, as that was usually what you were supposed to experience when you witnessed somebody crying but at the same time all the other encounters he'd had with this 'habitmirth' had been none too pleasing. in fact he was near the same level that maskedpaw was at and if he wasn't showcasing his emotions so broadly right now then it was likely he'd make that known. he felt conflicted though, because deep down he knew that anyone else would reach out and try to comfort the soul yet he didn't feel the urge to. this cat was an utter stranger to him, a stranger that he was already on the edge about and had suspicions that he was pinning for sober, which made his blood curdle.


    "what is your issue?"
    the way he phrased it wasn't what so called 'normal people' would frame the sentence but he didn't give a flying fuck. most would ask if he was alright but it was clear that he wasn't, therefore the question would be pointless and besides vi tended to cut right through the crap and get to the point of things and after he spoke he slipped out of his shabby den with a scowl written on his face, as if habitmirth had interrupted him doing something important.
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